If Ever a Whiz There Was

"You know, I hate to say this," Dean said after the house had settled.
"But I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."

"That's because we're in Kentucky," Sam said, probably just to be
contrary.

Dean rolled his eyes.

A brief look out the door confirmed that there was a pair of scrawny
legs sticking out from underneath the front porch. The legs were
wearing deep purple hose adorned by black spiderwebs, and the attached
feet were shod in little black pointed bootlets that buttoned up the
side.

At least that tornado'd had good aim. One wicked witch less to worry
about.

"Just so we're clear," Dean said as he collected his gear. "I'm
Dorothy. You're
the cute little dog."